Shouting out to those who adopted kids,
Sincerely apologies to those who went through miscarriages.
I cannot forget those who carried a child nine months,
Those who gave birth prematurely.
...
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.
